Contrary to what one might think, such a massive battle was unusually boring at first.

The Allies had decided to defend themselves, and the Ottomans could not bypass Camnico, as you should remember the high ground on the Kamnico side, and if the Ottoman army dared to ignore the Allied army entering Austria from the Loibbul Pass and then heading north to threaten Vienna, then the Allies could cut off their army like a serpent, block their supply lines, and perhaps collapse in Austria without a fight.

Therefore, Slovenia was the battlefield decided by the coalition forces and the Ottomans.

Louis XIV and Vauban or any European general who had ever fought against the Ottomans knew that the Ottomans had been tactically useless for centuries, that they were slaves of the Sultan except the Sultan, and that their deformed political system prevented them from erecting a regular modern army, and that their army was a bloated and stupid beast like a behemoth, in contrast to which they continued to advance in armaments.

After the Ottomans stationed outside the city of Kamniko, they began to build fortifications in an orderly manner, digging trenches, making siege vehicles, the Ottomans siege vehicles used the latest metal connectors, under the threat and temptation of the Grand Vizier Ahmed, they quickly stood up outside the city, each as high as a wall, the lowest base was as big as a house, the top could also accommodate more than ten soldiers, the top of the siege vehicle was a small hanging bridge, once the siege vehicle could get close to the city wall, it would be lowered, and the soldiers hiding in the siege vehicle would quickly run up to the top floor along the spiral ladder in the siege vehicle and attack the city wall。

Thirty of these siege engines had been erected, but Ahmet did not think that was enough, and his steward urged like madness - fortunately, before the war, there were too many men here, and they could not do too much delicate work, but it was still possible to prepare materials for siege engines and other equipment, and there were probably thousands of people carrying axes into the nearby forest - after the war, there were few wild beasts and people to see here for several years, because the trees were almost all cut down by the Ottomans.

When the metal connections were depleted, the only thing that held the wood in place was cowhide ropes, and hundreds of tents were torn down, and their hides were covered in siege engines to protect them from fire oil and arrows. Combined with the cowhide used to secure rafts and pave pontoons, nearly 10,000 people have lost their tents.

But this behavior made some intelligent people feel uncomfortable, and Ahmet was undoubtedly telling them that they could only have a place to live if they captured Kamnichol, otherwise they would have to rest and rest in the wasteland like wild beasts. But time did not allow them to think any further, for early on the morning of the third day of their arrival at Camnico, the Grand Vizier's horsetail banner was erected, and they surrounded the Grand Vizier's tent like the fluttering robes of the Grim Reaper.

Then there was the military band, known as the Mehtl Army, all of whom were devout believers of the true gods, led by an open cardigan with a white tight tunic and velvet loose trousers underneath, resting a scimitar on his shoulder, a white hat like a teapot with a handle, and the other musicians all wearing white shirts, open waistcoats, embroidered trousers, boots, and the three men in the front carrying huge flags.

It was strange for them to move around, each one had to take his right foot first, stop at the third step, turn right and then left, and salute the people to the left and right, and they marched solemnly from tent to tent, playing as they went, first with a shrill reed flute, then with a trumpet, then with a thumping of brass drums, and small cymbals, and a leather drum that almost hit the hearts of the people, and behind them was a column of priests, who blessed the soldiers who were about to go to battle as they went.

Before the military band and the priests had returned to the tents of the Grand Vizier, the first soldiers had begun to attack the city.

According to the record, such sieges were extremely boring, there were no clever tactics, no tricks, no tricks, and the Ottomans marched gradually towards the walls of Kamnino based on trenches and fortifications, and the vauban fortresses dealt them blows from both sides and from the front—the Grand Vizier Ahmet continued when he had built thirty siege engines, and the people were still criticized, and now they all shut up, because the artillery attached to the walls and forts only needed two or three shells to destroy a siege vehicle.

The Ottoman artillery was also roaring, but not only could they not be compared with the allied forces in terms of quantity, but also in quality, the Vauban fortress used the kind of cement bricks that the Ottomans had seen before, mixed with iron slag, expensive but worth the money, and their bases were all compacted earth, and the Ottomans also used the usual means of digging trenches to the bottom of the city walls, so that the weight of the artillery, the recoil and the weight of the walls themselves would make the ground where they were located collapse.

But this means was used by Vauban in Flanders, the artillery had a firing angle, but the grenade throwers did not, and for this battle, taking into account the number of enemies that would be faced, Louis XIV did not even let the factory make more metal grenades - This kind of thing is lethal and has a considerable spread, but the manufacturing speed is too slow to meet the needs of the battle and the king, so in the later period, people stuffed gunpowder and stones into small wine barrels to fill it, and stuffed it with fuses, which are used by Bordeaux to hold wine, with a capacity of only one liter, which is lighter than the original clay pots, and the problem is that it is not resistant to storage, but here, this problem is not a problem.

The grenadiers threw the powder kegs towards the cowhide-covered trenches, sometimes not so accurately, landing only on one side of the trenches, or failing to break the cowhides and the planks underneath, but the people inside were also shocked to the point that their mouths, noses, ears, bleeding, and broken hearts died, and they were quickly dragged out and replaced by another group of sappers.

The siege towers were falling, and the people inside were falling from them, or being crushed by the heavy towers, and the Azap, who were frantically moving forward, forward, and constantly moving forward like ants, they seemed to be endless, even if the corpses that accumulated like hills under the walls did not care.

This kind of fighting continued until dusk, and both the Ottomans and the coalition forces changed several groups, but the former was probably not able to return to the tent for the rotation, and the latter was able to return to the camp to eat, drink, and rest, and the wounded were well cared for—and after a few times, the wounded soldiers knew that the place where the white, blue, and red flags were hung with golden lilies, but they were all embroidered with golden lilies, were hospitals.

At a time when the concept of a hospital was not yet universal, there was no one else who built it here but Louis XIV. The Spanish general Juan Patinho did not brow as he walked through the newly chalk-painted and herb-sprinkled mansion, and there were not only the wounded French here, because according to the agreement, after the French had held Ljubljana for a week, the army of the three electors would face the Ottomans, the Grand Duke of Brandenburg-Prussia had long been at odds with Louis XIV, and Saxony and Bavaria, although on the side of the Habsburgs, were not so firm, and their soldiers were sent here to thank the king of France in addition to thanking God, which was very unfavorable to their future plans。

But will he be able to stop them? let alone these soldiers from the princes of the Holy Roman Empire, even the soldiers of the Spaniards, tell them to leave their clean and tidy rooms, simple but warm beds, effective herbs and pious monks, and let them go back to the camp to fever, to shenyin, to mourn and die, Juan Patinho will be torn to pieces by the mutinous soldiers and thrown into the blazing bonfire.

He stood out of the window of a room and looked in, and a thick candle burned inside, and every soldier was whispering excitedly, for the monk was carefully opening a glass jar— It didn't even sound like beef, pork, or potatoes, judging by the transparent juice that swayed in the candlelight, it was some kind of canned fruit, ah, he saw, the monk poured all the contents into a large white porcelain bowl, it was citrus, and citrus was not a very unusual thing, but Juan knew that the French added a lot of sugar to the canned fruit in order not to rot easily.

This cost was only available to the King of France, who grew sugar beet in Flanders and sugar cane in Martinique and other places, and of course, his canned food was sold for a very high price, and in any case, it was so beautiful in shape and color, and sweeter than honey that even Leopold I, who hated Louis XIV, had to add such a snack to breakfast, dinner, and banquets, let alone anyone else.

Juan Patiño, as an upstart in Spain, bought not only for his wife and daughter, but also for the Queen Mother of Spain and King Carlos II, he knew the price, and also knew that the King of France carried a lot of this kind of canned food that could almost be used for rewards, King Ludwig I of Poland had a three-horse carriage here, and other generals of the coalition army also received this favor, Juan had such a box in his room, but the canned fruit was indeed the least.

Even a man as self-controlled as Juan could not help but salivate at the sight of the plump golden flesh accompanied by the sticky juice falling into the porcelain bowl, let alone the soldiers who had almost never tasted anything good—they shrugged their noses and sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air greedily, their mouths opening involuntarily and their tongues sticking out in anticipation of wide-eyed. The monk was like a mother to her many children, carrying a porcelain bowl and distributing it to each of them, ensuring that each spoonful had a petal of pulp and a large spoonful of soup, and the soldiers almost swallowed the spoon into their throats when they ate it, and those who ate it puffed up their cheeks, except for the first time, each of them would rashly swallow it, and they lay there, the pain and fear seemed to disappear, and they showed the innocent smile of a child.

Juan took a deep breath and turned to walk away.

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Not only the Austrians, Spaniards, and English, but even some of the French felt that their Sun King had too many soldiers, but these people were far from enough for this king - the king's army would never be single, and the people would mount, When dogs and costumes were divided into several classes and uses, the king's classification of soldiers and officers only became more complicated, he needed a pure new army, a loyal guard, a traditional dragoon, the most advanced artillery and musketeers, a navy capable of galloping the seas, and even a power in the inner world that was not supposed to be touched by mortals.

He and Leopold I of the Holy Roman Empire were destined to be enemies, so he would have taken every opportunity to weaken the enemy, and as a Catholic country, as a country still in an age when religious beliefs could provoke war, he could not refuse Vienna's request for help, so was it possible for him to take the opportunity to get the most out of this campaign? It was one thing to let his army go through such a big battle, and it was one thing to probe the enemy, and Schaumberg also gave him a little inspiration, if Schaumberg could become a French general, other Austrians, or other people of the Holy Roman Empire.

Since they are all mercenaries.

Mercenaries meant that anyone could hire them, and Louis XIV needed more soldiers to complete one of his grand plans.

What Juan could think of, others could think of, but it was all Louis XIV's conspiracy, they had no right to ask the soldiers to refuse the treatment and care of the French, and some of the soldiers had even started to clean up the nearby mansions for the monks and nuns (of course, we all knew that they were witches), and they could be paid or not, after all, no one knew which one would be carried off the battlefield next.

The expansion of the hospital was necessary, because the next day, the Ottoman offensive became more and more ferocious, the superiority in armaments and fortifications was flattened by the Grand Vizier Ahmed with numbers, the Azaps trampled on the corpses of their comrades and climbed up, the Ottoman artillery was repeatedly pushed forward, even if it entered the range of the defenders' artillery, the gunners were not comparing experience and calculation ability, but simply comparing speed, sometimes the artillery on the bastion was overturned, sometimes the attacker's artillery exploded- The guns on both sides were impressive, but there were always one or two of the defenders' gunners who were more willing to take their lives.

(An hour later, there will be a thousand words in this chapter.) ）